Page 24 of Broken Soul

I pull out of her as she moans, snapping her eyes open and searing me with her lustful gaze. Standing up, I pull her into me and spin her around, guiding her to lean over the arm of the couch. I grab her hair and push her forward onto her elbows. I press my cock against her soaking wet pussy, her previous releases dripping down her thighs. I tease her as I wait for the exact, right moment.

My cock spurts cum at the sight of Odette bent over the couch for me. I grit my teeth and take a calming breath, trying to keep my shit together. I need her to come one more time. Ten more times. A thousand more times. But for now, I’ll settle for her fourth orgasm of the day.

“Diesel, please, please get inside of me.”

“Fuck, baby, you know I’ll always give you what you need.”

I tease her a little longer, rubbing my cock up and down her slit. When she starts shaking and whimpering, I slam my thick dick deep inside of her, triggering another orgasm. I roar with pride over how much pleasure I can give my woman, and how well she takes all of me.

My hips snap as I buck and thrust, my heavy balls slapping her pussy. Every time we join together, we make the most obscene and glorious wet, smacking sounds. It makes me impossibly harder.

I can’t tell if she’s having one long orgasm or if she’s had five more, but her pussy has been squeezing and snapping around me the entire time. I loop my arm around her waist, holding her up just as she starts to collapse. I give one more hard thrust before fucking exploding inside of her.

It’s so intense, so fucking everything. I keep emptying into her, coming harder than I ever have. Each rope of cum feels like it’s taking a part of my very soul, draining me and pouring more of me into her. I’ll give her everything. There is no me without her.

Finally, fuckingfinally, I’m completely spent. I curl my body over hers, covering her back with my front as I kiss the back of her neck, loving the salty taste of her sweat.

Odette is shaking in my arms, panting and sweating and well-fucked.

“You okay, sweetheart?” I whisper into her ear.

“I… fuck,” she breathes out. “S-so good. Can’t feel my legs.”

I chuckle and then stand up, pulling out of her swollen, soaked pussy. Spinning her around again, I scoop Odette up into my arms. She’s a rag doll, and I chuckle again, kissing her forehead before collapsing on the couch with her in my lap.

She curls up into my chest and rests her head in the crook of my neck.

“I love you, princess. Nothing will ever change that. You are my family, my home, my whole damn world. I’ll do whatever I can to prove that to you.”

She nods and kisses my neck. “I know,” she whispers into my skin. “I know that. You’re my…you’re my family.” Her voice cracks on that last word, making me hold her even tighter. “I was just scared. But I want this more than anything. And I want it with you.”

We sit like that for god knows how long, the air thick with sex and promises of forever. It’s the most perfect moment. One of many to come now that our life is finally starting together. I can’t wait to see what the future holds.

EPILOGUE

ODETTE

Liza, our youngest daughter, squeals in delight as she watches her father and older sister take off on a motorcycle, doing figure-eights in the parking lot of the Deviant Souls clubhouse. “When can I go? When can I go?” she asks excitedly.

“Not for a few more years,” I tell her. She pouts, her green eyes and frown matching her father’s pout perfectly. “Sydney didn’t take her first ride until she was ten.”

“But that’s like…” Liza trails off, doing the mental math. “At least twenty years from now.”

I laugh and scoop up my six-year-old. “More like four years,” I correct.

“Same thing,” she sighs dramatically.

Domino and Calista join us outside with their kids, Hadley and Brianna. Hadley is the same age as Liza, and I set her down so the two can play together.

“There’s dessert inside,” Calista tells me with a smile.

She’s so sweet. Over the years I’ve become close friends with her and Rowan, Jett’s wife. The three of us have kids around the same age and have found a common interest in trash TV, white wine, and spa days. Luckily, our husbands are in full supportof our girls’ day on the first Saturday of each month and gladly watch the kiddos.

“Is your key lime pie among the options?” I ask.

“Of course. Just for you.”

I laugh and head inside, craving a slice of pie.